You must marry me!

After Yan Yiyun found Qi Zhen in the kitchen, she took off her coat and went back to bed to sleep.

She was sluggish all over, she didn't feel like moving, she wasn't very sleepy, but she couldn't wake up in a daze, Yan Yiyun didn't know how long she had been sleeping before she was awakened by the scent from the kitchen.

Yan Yiyun got up with his coat on, floated to the side of the kitchen, and asked, "Really, are you still cooking?"

"How did you get up?"

Qi Zhen saw that Yan Yiyun had gone to bed and returned to the cage. She thought she would sleep for at least an hour, but she didn't expect Yan Yiyun to wake up again in less than ten minutes. She couldn't help feeling a little worried, and reached out to touch Yan Yiyun's body. Forehead, after making sure that she had gone down the fever, I finally settled down.

Qi Zhen said: "It will be fine soon, just wait a little longer."

"I don't want to wait any longer."

Yan Yiyun entered the kitchen, hugged Qi Zhen's arm and acted like a baby:

"I just want to get up right now."

"Okay, okay," Yan Yiyun is very fond of acting like a baby now, Qi Zhen has nothing to do with her, "Then get up now and eat right away."

What Qi Zhen made for Yan Yiyun was shredded chicken porridge with shiitake mushrooms. The rice grains had been stewed till soft. The soft shiitake mushrooms were cut into slices and mixed with the light yellow shredded chicken, exuding a rich fragrance.

Yan Yiyun washed his hands, sat at the dining table, held the bowl and eagerly took a sip, and said, "It's really delicious."

With worry on his face, Qi Zhen asked, "Will it be light?"

Yan Yiyun took another sip, tasted the taste seriously, and said, "It's not weak, it's quite delicious."

"That's good." Qi Zhen stretched out his hand and touched her forehead, "It seems that it's really good."

Yan Yiyun asked: "Huh?"

Qi Zhen explained: "If you have a cold and a fever, your mouth will feel bitter, and you can't taste it."

Yan Yiyun was thoughtful: "Then I recovered pretty quickly."

"Yes," Qi Zhen nodded, "I'll be fine in one night, and I'm in good health."

Yan Yiyun held the porridge bowl and asked, "Aren't you going to drink it?"

Qi Zhen shook his head, turned around and went into the kitchen, brought out a sandwich, put it in front of him, poured a glass of milk, sat down in front of Yan Yiyun, and said, "I'll eat this."

Yan Yiyun looked at her ham and egg sandwich with envy on her face.

Yan Yiyun whispered: "Why can you eat sandwiches..."

Qi Zhen smiled at her and said, "Because I don't have a fever."

Yan Yiyun stopped talking, thinking of her vow that she would never catch a cold, she felt that she was so naive at that time...

With the Qizhen sandwich for comparison, the shredded mushroom and shredded chicken porridge in front of me seemed not so delicious. Yan Yiyun drank half a bowl of porridge, feeling that the porridge was getting cold, and she didn't want to drink it anymore. He looked at Qi Zhen eagerly, trying to convey his thoughts with his eyes.

Qi Zhen looked at her expression, and sighed in his heart, Yan Yiyun didn't want to eat, and it was impossible for her to force her to continue eating, so he smiled at Yan Yiyun, took the bowl in front of her, and said, "If you don't want to eat, just eat it." Stop eating."

She entered the kitchen with the bowl on her front foot, and Yan Yiyun followed behind Qi Zhen, watching her work.

Qi Zhen poured out the half bowl of porridge, took out a new plate, opened the cupboard, and took out a bag of soft bread. Yan Yiyun watched her movements, and was overjoyed, and stepped forward to hug Qi Zhen waist, and rubbed his face against her back, looking full of coquettishness.

Qi Zhen put the eggs and ham into the pan, fried the salad oil until the food sizzled, and amidst the tempting aroma, she asked Yan Yiyun with a straight face: "What are you doing?"

Yan Yiyun was still pressing her face against her back, Qi Zhen was only wearing a thin sweater at home, it was a strange feeling that a faint heat was transmitted to her skin through the sparse wool.

Yan Yiyun said coquettishly, "Look at you making me a sandwich."

Qi Zhen still had a straight face, but there was already a smile in his voice: "Who said it was made for you?"

Yan Yiyun said, "I guess."

Her tone was firm, with a rising end, like a wild kitten.

The edges of the eggs in the pan were browned. Qi Zhen took out the bread from the toaster next to him, spread it on the plate, stacked the eggs and ham on it, and cut it on the line. A sandwich was ready.

She walked out of the kitchen with a plate, put it on the dining table, and asked Yan Yiyun with a smile: "Do you want to eat now?"

Yan Yiyun replied crisply: "Yes!"

Qi Zhen chuckled, picked up half of the sandwich, took a bite under Yan Yiyun's surprised gaze, shrugged her shoulders, and asked with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Yan Yiyun looked at her pitifully, and asked, "Isn't this for me?"

Qi Zhen tilted his head and said, "Did I say that?"

There was a clang in Yan Yiyun's head, just now when she asked Qi Zhen if this was made for her, Qi Zhen really didn't agree!

Yan Yiyun sat next to Qi Zhen, looked at her eagerly, and muttered: "How do I know it's really not for me... just let me eat a piece, is that okay?"

She had already gone to take the remaining half of the sandwich with one hand, and she was still looking at Qi Zhen. Seeing that she hadn't taken the sandwich away for a long time, Qi Zhen couldn't help but chuckle.

Qi Zhen said: "What are you doing, eat what you want."

Yan Yiyun said: "Didn't you say it wasn't for me?"

Qi Zhen smiled and said, "I said it wasn't for you, do you really believe it?"

Yan Yiyun took a bite of the sandwich, feeling the aroma of eggs and ham filling his mouth, and said, "I thought you were telling the truth."

Qi Zhen looked at her firmly and said, "Why are you so easy to deceive?"

She picked up the plate and put it into the kitchen. Yan Yiyun chased after her with a sandwich in his hand, shouting, "How can I be fooled!"

Qi Zhen smiled even more happily, and said, "Well, you are not easy to cheat."

After eating the sandwich, Yan Yiyun felt a little tired, she nestled on the sofa unwilling to move, holding the remote control in her hand, switching channels cracklingly.

Sitting next to her, Qi Zhen watched her change six channels in 10 minutes, and finally turned off the TV, turned on her mobile phone and began to watch the video of "Come to My Homestay", couldn't help but took the mobile phone in her hand and said: "Don't work if you're sick."

"Am I working?" Yan Yiyun said inexplicably, "I don't think I am."

Qi Zhen was a little speechless: "You have been watching the show, and you still say you are not working?"

Yan Yiyun's plausible words

Said: "I'm watching a variety show! How can watching a variety show be called work?"

Qi Zhen said: "But this variety show is made by you."

Yan Yiyun said "Oh", and clapped the phone on her chest, saying, "But if I don't watch variety shows, I feel like I'm going to fall asleep."

"You should be sleeping now," Qi Zhen took away her mobile phone and remote control, "Do you want to sleep here, or go to bed?"

With nothing in her hand, Yan Yiyun felt drowsy immediately, she yawned, curled up in the blanket, wrapped one hand around Qi Zhen's waist, and said: "I'll sleep here, you accompany me. "

Qi Zhen said: "Okay."

Yan Yiyun really fell asleep like this. Qi Zhen was hugged by her and could only sit on the sofa without moving. Take it slow, the pace of the documentary is slow, and the picture is extremely beautiful. Qi Zhen gradually felt sleepy after watching it.

Qi Zhen looked at Yan Yiyun's sleeping face, Yan Yiyun who was asleep looked very innocent, as if in her world, there was not a single trace of impurities, everything was clear.

Qi Zhen couldn't help lowering her head, and kissed Yan Yiyun's forehead. She hugged Yan Yiyun, feeling like she was holding the whole world in her arms.

Gentle drowsiness gradually flooded into Qi Zhen's heart, making her think that on such a day, sleeping in with Yan Yiyun should be very comfortable.

She pulled a blanket from the other end of the sofa, and slept on the sofa with Yan Yiyun, the sky was getting darker, and the dream became more and more sweet.

When Yan Yiyun woke up, she found that Qi Zhen had fallen asleep next to her. On a whim, she couldn't help but kiss the corner of Qi Zhen's lips.

Unexpectedly, Qi Zhen, who was supposed to be asleep, stretched out his hand, quickly embraced her, pressed her neck, and deepened the kiss.

Yan Yiyun was caught off guard by Qi Zhen's kiss, and felt that the air suddenly became thinner, making her unable to breathe. She couldn't help but let out a low cry, which made the kiss even deeper.

Yan Yiyun was stunned for a moment, she couldn't help hugging Qi Zhen's neck, she grabbed Qi Zhen's collar, her voice became intermittent, and asked: "What are you doing..."

Qi Zhen looked into her eyes and said innocently, "You kissed me first."

Yan Yiyun said: "It's different..."

Qi Zhen pretended to be stupid on purpose, hugged Yan Yiyun's waist, and asked, "What's the difference?"

Yan Yiyun shook his head and said, "French pro-French is different."

Qi Zhen opened his eyes wide, looking even more confused, and said, "Is it different to be pro-French?"

"Well," Yan Yiyun kissed Qi Zhen's lips again, "This is how I kissed."

She pressed the corners of Qi Zhen's lips with her fingertips, and then printed her own lips on it, traced the line of Qi Zhen's lips lingeringly, until Qi Zhen's lips turned bright red, she raised her head and nodded. Qi Zhen said with his lips, "This is how you kiss."

Qi Zhen blinked and said, "I still don't understand."

Qi Zhen said that she didn't understand, but Yan Yiyun completely understood this time.

"Okay," Yan Yiyun patted Qi Zhen on the shoulder, "You're kidding me again!"

Qi Zhen held her wrist, his eyes were like a pure little white rabbit: "I'm not kidding you, obviously you want to show me a different way of getting married."

Yan Yiyun said angrily: "You already know what's different, why do you need me to demonstrate?"

Qi Zhen shook his head solemnly: "How do I know what's different?"

Yan Yiyun said loudly, "You know it!"

Qi Zhen quickly lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips. Just as Yan Yiyun was about to speak, he saw Qi Zhen asked her with a studious face: "Is this how you love the French?"

Yan Yiyun said: "Yes."

Qi Zhen kissed the corner of her lips, and said: "I understand, your kiss is this kind of pure love, just touch it and it will be fine..."

Her lips moved slightly, and imprinted on Yan Yiyun's lips, the distance was extremely close, and her breath followed her words, passing between Yan Yiyun's lips and teeth, making Yan Yiyun feel ambiguous.

Qi Zhen said softly: "My pro-French is different..."

Yan Yiyun gave a soft "um", and quickly understood what was "different"...